In the darkness, Fang Yu knew that he could no longer pretend, but he remembered what he had promised, and for a moment he did not dare to turn around and explain.
Sylvide snickered for a while and then subsided, but Fang Plover couldn't see that her bright eyes were looking into the dark room, the clock was ticking, and there were childhood dreams in the glass closet.
It was quiet again in the hut.
There was only the low sound of the wind outside the window, and the branches rustled against the window lattice, and a strange shadow fell down that looked like teeth and claws.
The two of them were back to back, and she asked: "Captain, can't you sleep?"
"A little."
"How much is one point?" Sylvide was a little funny.
"It's a lot."
Fang Yu didn't know what he was answering at all. But Mu Shaoai's dream only made him worry about gains and losses. Perhaps it was because of this unique environment that the young man could listen to his own heartbeat.
But there is a softer heartbeat that surrounds it.
The interval between each other's heartbeats was only a moment, but it made people feel lost. In the darkness, Fang Yu did not dare to go deep into his heart, because the girl had already occupied an important position there. As soon as he closed his eyes, scenes appeared in his mind.
The scene with Sylvester.
For a moment, he had the courage to turn around and ask the ship officer every question he had in his heart. But for a moment, he still maintained his previous actions, listening to his heartbeat in the darkness and the sound of the wind outside the window.
It became even deeper, and the howls of wolves could be heard in the distance.
But this world seemed to be isolated from the rest of the world, and he felt dumb in his heart, pregnant with two emotions: impatience and annoyance.
"Captain, do you have something to say to me?" Sylvide's soft voice came from the side of the quilt.
"I……"
Fang Pliong mustered up his courage: "...Ms. Sylvide, are you really willing to be my ship officer?"
"Isn't it now?"
"No, I mean..."
"Refers to?"
He stammered: "I, I mean the eternal one, that kind..."
Sylvester's eyes were bright and the corners of her mouth curved playfully.
"No one lasts forever, Captain," she replied.
There was a deathly silence.
Fang Yu felt extremely uncomfortable. He didn't know if this was considered rejection, but this was already the second time. After a moment of silence, a gentle voice of inquiry came from the other side of the quilt: "Then, Captain, what are you doing?"
How long do you plan to let me stay by your side?"
The girl's voice was a little playful.
Fang Plover suddenly lost all sleepiness.
"forever."
He was extremely bold and said decisively.
"How far is forever?" Sylvide knew this strange question among the chosen ones.
That was many years ago.
My father stroked my mother's photo frame and replied to her: "For a mortal, forever is a mortal's life."
She didn't know if this was a lifelong promise. The relationship between the two originated from a ship, just like her father and mother, but gradually it became more than just the captain and his ship officer.
She didn't know if her heart could be anchored in this harbor.
It was just that she felt a rare sense of peace around Fang Pliance.
She smiled slightly before falling into sleep.
After a long time, the only sound left in the darkness was the "click, click" of the pendulum.
Tata sat among the soft feather pillows and looked at the young girl. Human emotions were a bit strange to her and she couldn't even understand them. However, she intelligently noticed that she seemed to have caused a little trouble for Mr. Knight.
.
She should have felt guilty, but she felt a little strange. Looking at the young man's face sleeping peacefully, Miss Goblin suddenly felt a warmth in her heart.
It was like a biscuit that Fang Plover shared with her by the campfire.
Somewhat sweet.
It tastes like sugar
It permeated the night air and was dispersed in the howling wind, as if it was rolled over the hills in the distance with the wind and snow.
However, for the entire Southern Territory, this storm has just begun.
…
The next morning, the blizzard rarely stopped for a moment.
The snow was several feet thick and piled outside the window, almost touching the icy edges hanging from the eaves. When the first ray of morning light penetrated the forest and fell into the house, Fang Plover woke up. He lay flat on the bed and looked at the ceiling.
It was quiet for a moment.
Everything last night was like a dream. But he was afraid that it was really a dream. When he turned around, he found that the ship officer was deeply asleep, with her long eyelashes drooping, reflecting the crystal white skin.
He had read the fairy tale Sleeping Beauty in the past.
But this fairy tale came out of the storybook and appeared in front of him.
The girl slept like a princess, quietly and peacefully.
Fang Yu's heart skipped a beat, and by some strange coincidence, he moved closer. A faint fragrance lingered in his nose. He was cautious, as if he was approaching a fragile work of art, but suddenly, Sylvie
De's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was so frightened that he ran away and jumped out of bed.
Both of them were sleeping with their clothes on, so Fang Piao hurriedly put on his coat, got out of bed, looked back, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the ship officer lady had not woken up. He was worried about disturbing the other person, so he
He carefully opened the door, turned back three times and walked out, closing the door gently.
As soon as the door was closed, Sylvester opened her eyes. Her clear eyes reflected the morning sun and exuded a light blue color. She smiled slightly and whispered: "Coward."
This is the last day at the manor.
The gap between snowstorms is the last window of time to go to the south, because once this half month passes, we will be trapped in Dulon until next year. The adventure group is racing against time, and everyone naturally does not have the time in the United States.
After crossing the Big Valley, crossing the Holy Gong Peak, and entering the southern foothills of the Cave Mountains, the climate gradually becomes warmer, and spring often arrives one or two months earlier. In places like the redwood forest, February and March are already the scene of mid-spring.
.
Fortunately, the team set off early the next morning, and Fang Plover still had a whole day to say goodbye to Ander.
On the day before leaving, the legendary alchemist seemed to be a little absent-minded. This morning was Fang Plover's last lesson in the manor. Ander Uriel taught him about magic power. Halfway through
The old man suddenly stopped.
Fang Yu was slightly startled and raised his head. "What are you looking at?" Ander raised his silver-grey eyebrows, picked up the book and knocked on him. He had already been good at knocking on it in the past few days, but he raised the book high and gently
Put it down, and finally slapped the kid on the forehead with the book.
He suddenly sighed and felt a little unmotivated. In the early years, he never worried about his age. Life, aging, illness and death were just human nature. He often laughed at Old Copper Nose and others for not being free and easy.
But this morning, when he saw the bare trees in the courtyard, he suddenly felt something he had never felt before.
He looked at his only student in front of him, his only proud closed-door disciple. Although he had never said that, he actually had a clear position in his heart. He had only taught this student for seven days, and what he had learned throughout his life was vast.
But there is not much time left.
Ander-Uriel had never regretted in his life, but he felt a little annoyed at this moment. If he could go to Kapka earlier and find this stupid boy, he would have at least half a year longer.
But it was impossible for Fang Plover to stay. After all, it was the world of young people. They had to go south to rebuild the Seven Seas Traveler.
That drawing also has his hard work, and it seems to be a kind of inheritance.
"That's it for teaching," the old man replied angrily, "I can't tell you how much time I have in the morning. I'll just pick up the book and read it myself."
"Be careful on the road."
"Wait for me at the Rose Workshop."
"get out"
Fang Yu was stunned for a while, and suddenly understood something.
He held the book thrown by the other party and bowed deeply to the old man.
It is the inheritance of knowledge. Students return gifts to their teachers. Silently, civilization has been passed down from generation to generation.
While preparing his luggage in the courtyard, Fang Plover met the dwarf president again. This was the second time the two met in many days, and they nodded to each other from a distance. The other party seemed to be preparing to leave.
No wonder he was carrying a lot of luggage in the back.
The dwarf president frowned and wiped the handle of the box with his handkerchief again and again until it was shiny. He looked at his handkerchief with disgust and handed it to the little monster: "Here you go.
"The little dwarf left happily as if he had found a treasure.
Fang Yu shook his head before looking back.
Sylvide handed over a ring from the side.
"Mr. Ander has appraised it for you and asked me to hand it over to you." She had already finished dressing up and wore a black veil on her head. She had a hazy sense of beauty and seemed to be a little more beautiful than usual. She smiled slightly.
Said: "He really likes you as a student."
"Hit me on the head every day, and I'm so stupid." Fang Plover complained.
Sylvester covered her mouth and chuckled.
He took the ring from the girl's hand. It was the ring dropped by the lich, one of the three elves' rings. After identification, its attributes naturally changed:
Favorite of the Fairy, Ring of Saint Dirac (Legendary Ring, Quality, SS+)
‘Computational power increases magic output’
Weight:0.1kg
Requirements: One-third of Starlight
‘The Soul of Broken Stars, the Essence of Casting Flowers’
When Fang Plover saw this attribute, he screamed inwardly. Only then did he understand why this ring was called 'The Soul of Broken Stars, the Essence of Casting Flowers'. The so-called star soul is star brilliance, which is just another term of Aitaria.
That's all.
Taking up one-third of the starlight is equivalent to one and a half resurrection opportunities for the normal selector, and it is also equivalent to one resurrection opportunity for him. This price is too high.
But this thing is really suitable for lichs. It's no wonder that the skull is carried on the body, because the undead have no starlight at all, and this ring has no need for them. Fang Plover held the ring and was in a dilemma for a while.
This ring is really powerful, but the price is a bit too heavy. Who would be willing to lose a life for no reason? For a moment, Fang Yu couldn't help but want to transform into a lich.
And this was because Miya gave him some starlight to make up for when he was in the cloud port. Otherwise, with his current starlight, it would be really troublesome to put on the ring.
But he thought for a moment and put the ring in his pocket for the time being.
The price of this thing was too high, and he needed to think carefully before making a decision. Fang Yu was full of reluctance, and finally got a piece of legendary equipment, and it was also the rarest magic accessory.
The result is this
He was not so angry as to throw this thing away because it was already priceless.
Sylvie didn't look surprised at all when she saw him putting the ring back. She obviously knew the contents of the test.
She only helped Fang Plover pick up a box, which was mostly heavy with books. Seeing this, Fang Plover quickly said, "I'll just use the construct to help."
Sylvide nodded at her, indicating that the old man was still watching in the room: "Battle craftsmen generally will not waste the magic power of the construct easily, just like magicians will not waste their own magic value."
"Don't let Mr. Ander see it, or he will come out and beat you again."
Fang Plover was so frightened that he quickly looked back.
The noble daughter then smiled slightly and blinked: "And I'm not that weak."
It's really not that weak.
Fang Plover himself wanted to show off, so he picked up a box in one hand and chased after him. As a result, he fell heavily before he could get very far. After all, the physique of a mere alchemist was still somewhat different from that of a gunslinger.
As a last resort, he could only summon his own walkers.
Falaise-Tongwan put his suitcase on the back of the carriage, jumped on the carriage, and watched the two people walking into the wind and snow from a distance, then turned back and asked: "Your student?"
The old man who Fang Plover imagined should be in the house was now sitting in the carriage carriage, looking at the backs of Fang Plover and Sylvester through the frost-stained glass window, saying noncommittally: "Absolutely."
"What's that sort of answer?"
"It's almost the same."
"Why did you suddenly agree to go to the south again?" the dwarf asked a little strangely.
"It's the same old habit," Ender replied: "The wind and snow in the north are getting worse this year."
"It's much bigger."
Falaise-Tongwan saw the square plover dwarfed and fell into the snow.
"Why doesn't he use constructs to help?"
"I remember that boy was a combat craftsman."
Ender took a breath, gently lowered the curtains, and simply replied: "Who knows, he's probably an idiot."
…
Back in DuLun, after the dormant day, the city regained a little vitality.
Mainly because the nobles planned to celebrate the arrival of the hunting season. After the wind and snow stopped, people cleared the streets and decorated them with colorful curtains, giving the city a slightly festive atmosphere.
The gallows on the square had also been removed, leaving only the blood-stained ground. Fang Plover witnessed a conflict between aborigines a few days ago, and the city guards removed the gallows not long after that.
On the surface, the hunting season brings a glimpse of the past to Duron, but privately, everyone can feel the turbulent undercurrent.
Before returning to the hotel, Fang Plover and Sylvide ran into a group of people.
The people who surprised him were that they wore the emblem of black flames and were members of the guild of the Shadow Throne. Most of them were selectors. The other party stopped the two of them and asked, "Are you adventurous nearby?"
A member of the group?”
Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, looked at these people, and found that they were not hostile, then nodded lightly.
"Then why don't you consider joining our Southern Alliance?"
"Southern Alliance?" Fang Pliance was stunned again: "Then it won't be disbanded?"
"What are you talking about?" The man was obviously unhappy: "What does it mean to be disbanded? It's just a reorganization. And don't you know that the reorganization of the Southern League means a super competitive league? In the future, our south will also be important in the country.
It’s the competition area.”
The man continued: "Now we are the reorganized Southern Alliance. If you join now, several core guilds will still need people."
Fang Yu shook his head. He was just asking, and of course he had no intention of joining the Laoshizi Southern Alliance.
But the other party obviously didn't intend to let them go until he explained clearly that they were just an adventure group passing through from the north. After the other party confirmed again and again, he let them leave with a look of doubt.
After all, no matter how broad the Southern Alliance's control, it could not control the entire Corin-Ithurian adventure group. After those people dispersed, Fang Plover walked into the hotel and saw Ms. Kuisu walking out of it.
"Mr. Captain, are you back?" Ms. Kuisu was a little surprised when she saw him.
Fang Yu patted the snow on his body, nodded, and asked, "What's going on with those people outside?"
Ms. Kusu shook her head and looked outside: "A few days ago, the Southern Alliance announced its reorganization. Those are the people."
Fang Yu suddenly reacted: "Wait a minute, let me guess, the main body of this so-called new Southern Alliance must not be the original three major guilds, right?"
Ms. Kuisu nodded: "I don't know much about your Chosen Guild, but I heard it is some kind of bbk alliance. The following are mainly Shadow Throne and several other guilds... I am quite familiar with these guilds."
Fang Yu thought that indeed, the Super Competitive Alliance would not be so easy to stop. But in rebuilding the Southern Alliance, if the Alchemist Alliance does not cooperate, will the Shadow Throne guilds have such great appeal?
When he asked, he found out that, not surprisingly, the situation in the past few days had been in chaos.
Although the Southern Alliance has been disbanded, just like the dissolution of .m, the Southern Territory seems to be gradually dividing into two camps. However, he had seen the message sent by Sophie before, and he had a vague premonition in his heart.
After the division of M, the division of the Southern Territory this time is probably so easy to complete.
The Super Competitive Alliance definitely has a backup plan.